Whispers of Destiny: His Belated Love novel Chapter 33

"Looks like someone didn't learn their lesson and still has the nerve to talk tough."

He called this a lesson? Rosemary rose from the couch in a huff, "Yeah, I can still talk tough, unlike some people who can't get it up anywhere!"

Knowing Maxwell for the past three years, she was certain he wouldn't lay a finger on her; otherwise, she wouldn't have been playing the part of a wife in name only for the last three years!

She had tried every trick in the book to hold onto their marriage, being soft and hard, provocative and seductive, only to be met with his disdainful sneers.

He must have been pickled in booze earlier to have done what he did. Now he was back to his usual icy self, probably sobered up.

"Get out if you're going, and don't expect me to see you off!"

With that parting shot, Rosemary stormed upstairs to the guest room. The ordeal had sobered her up a bit, and despite feeling drained, she mustered the energy for a shower. When she came out, she heard the sound of a car pulling away from downstairs.

She knew where Maxwell was headed; during their encounter, she had felt his phone vibrate in his pocket more than once.

Rosemary pulled back the curtains, watching the rain snake its way down the windowpane, everything outside shrouded in a misty veil.

Talk about true love - not even a downpour could stop him from rushing to his sweetheart.

Victoria was staying at a hotel arranged by the dance regiment. When Maxwell arrived, Tracy was waiting for him in the lobby.

"Mr. Templeton."

Maxwell nodded and strode into the elevator, "What's going on?"

Tracy looked troubled and shook her head, "She's been recovering from an injury lately, and I've been busy with follow-up work. I'm not too clear on the specifics; you should hear it from Victoria."

When they got to Room 1709, Maxwell knocked, and shortly the door cracked open. Victoria peeked out cautiously, and upon seeing it was Maxwell, her lips pressed, and she threw herself into his arms!

She was wrapped in the hotel's bathrobe, her hair loose, her makeup-free face pale and tear-streaked - a recent cry was evident.

She didn't smell of any overpowering perfume, just a faint scent of shower gel. Maxwell frowned and grasped her shoulders, steadying her, "Victoria, stop it."

She hadn't expected him to push her away and looked up at him surprised, her eyes brimming with tears, making her look pitiful.

"You wouldn't push me away before."

"I'm married now."

Maxwell didn't elaborate much, but Victoria got the message.

"You're only in a marriage of convenience with her, and besides, you're getting a divorce," Victoria's voice cracked, her pent-up fear and anxiety from his recent distance bursting forth as tears streamed uncontrollably down her face.

Maxwell didn't want to drag out the conversation, returning to the matter at hand, "What exactly happened?"

Seeing him standing at the doorway with no intention of entering, Victoria let out a self-deprecating laugh, "So you want me to spill it out here, to avoid gossip?"

Maxwell frowned and finally stepped into the room, while Tracy, who was still standing by the door, stepped back to give them space for a private talk.

Men, always thinking with their lower half. Victoria was so gorgeous, and with their past, being alone together in a room - how could they not do something else?

Once the deed was done, what was left for the so-called Mrs. Templeton? Victoria wouldn't have to live in fear anymore!

Before Tracy could leave, however, she heard Maxwell's distant voice, "You don't need to go. As her agent, you need to handle this properly."